The words of a friend.

I was driving from work, I saw a car standing on the side, next to her a girl, the wheel broke. I stop to help. I say:

I: Girl, let me help you.

She: Are you married?

I: Yes

She: Yeah, I’ll ride myself.

The frequency behaves somehow not as described in his instructions.
We discuss with colleagues. Include the cleaning wherever possible at home. Track everything you can.
There are no bright ideas. Version - bug in the frequency firmware.

I would like to find out the source of his firmware, it would be more understandable...
Can’t you get inside it?
I can get through the ventilator.

I mean, no one is putting anything on us. (
I: why nobody, except your mom and mine laughed ;-)

Asked a colleague to assess their adequacy on a ten-point scale. I answered about 11.

It is extremely dangerous for reputation, to die in the period, after breaking up with a girl. After all, everyone as one will be subject to a stereotype: how young, for love ended his life, and there would be more... And no one... no one will say that to suck in the transformator with the screams: "I can do everything" was a good idea.

Why do you tag "my"? Did you get into a transformer and die? Something is wrong.

and EMM:
Readers, maybe you can help me too!
Once I read on the net, I can't remember either a literary site with publications of stories of young authors, nor the author's name.
The story is written in the first person on behalf of a foolish (or otherwise diagnosed) guy. He writes about everything that happens to him. Looking from the inside, all the emotions, logic, which the ordinary person is not understandable, why he and everyone considers (well he is) a fool. Written very genially.

Flowers for Algeron, right?

Who are cats attached to?

I had to wake up now, as my own cat pulled closer and, stretching out, pressed to my side, hugged me with my foot and squeezed. This is how we lie, that kindness. I don’t know how she did, but for me, it was a beautiful morning.

From 1 July in Belarus "Looks like a million!" is no longer considered an insult.

Love is like diarrhea - can hit suddenly and irreversibly

- And in general, go, you have a separate, additional key on the keyboard - "fuck the spelling".
- There is, if you press it with the shift, it will "fuck to punctuation", the functions "morally destroy for the incorrect word use" and "take to the incorrect titles and sentences" are implemented at the program level.

For women, diversity in sex is a change of poses, and for men it is a change of partners.

A boy took care of me at school for several years. He pulled his tail, confessed in love. Constantly wearing out. They grew up, traveled to different cities, enrolled in universities, graduated, lost contact. Today I open the door to the gynecologist's office and see a familiar face. Then a loud roar and the phrase: "Dress up and move your legs. School dreams come true. “Finally!”

It is very difficult to find a talented footballer among 150 million people. Much easier to find it among 3 million, as in the case of Wales. And generally elementary among 300 thousand, like Iceland. This is the whole reason.

Well, they raised the tariffs of the public sector... But the evil languages claimed that officials and the government have completely forgotten about the people!

On June 21, graduates of the FSB Academy traveled through Moscow on 30 helenwagens. For a minute, the five-year-old helicopter costs about 3 million, and the new one from 6.5 million.
The FSB has money, they don’t have to hold on.

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I have a very expensive phone and it’s not wasted.
- And I have a expensive car, but the pig shit doesn't drive why...

In the spring and autumn, two cats are terribly lining and at this time we are relocating them to the boiler. Over the years, the name has become "cat".

I drive a car, I drive through the forest. Suddenly it comes: this is a fast train, maybe there is a wifi. I scan and find "forests" and "forests2".

I met a friend to fly with the whole family to his homeland in Uzbekistan. Further from her words:

We sit in the waiting room. There are a lot of people, but everything is busy and generally quite quiet. The little boy (3 years) is not sitting in place and he is wearing there and there. At some point, he stumbles and is picked up by the good-hearted look of grandfather. The dialogue begins:

You are what? You will break your head! What is your name?

and Sasha.

Are you waiting for the plane?

and AGA.

Where are you going to fly?

To my grandmother!

In which country?

And the little one, taking a full chest of air, gives out to the whole hall:

In to Uzbekistan!

Everything is like in the fog. Under the wild rust, I drag with the husband of the child to the other end of the waiting room. Both are red like cancer.

I lost my flash card at work. The music, the movies fresh... I was upset. I to my colleagues about the loss. Zero of attention. He said there was a home video on the flash. Everyone was looking for it, even the director.

The flash was never found.